Welcome to My Green Vermont
I was born in Barcelona, where I went to a school run by German nuns, studied solfeggio, and played the violin. When I was ten, my parents and I moved to Ecuador, where I had a number of exotic pets and strange adventures. Four years later, we landed in Birmingham, Alabama. None of us spoke English, and the strange adventures continued. (Many of these appear in My Green Vermont.)
Survived high school. Got B.A. in French and Biology, Ph.D. in Romance Languages (French and Spanish). Gave up the Church and the violin, got married, had two daughters, taught at a liberal arts college in Maryland. Also grew veggies, made bread, kept chickens, milked goats, and wrote for newspapers and magazines. I got bored with teaching, took up running, and went into higher ed administration. I was diagnosed with chronic fatigue syndrome (ME/CFS), and learned to live in a totally different way.
I started My Green Vermont when we moved to that state. For ten years I lived with my spouse, three dogs, twelve hens, two goats, and assorted passing wildlife in a house on a hill, surrounded by fields and woods. In 2014, we moved to a cottage in a continuing care residential community near Lake Champlain. Gave up livestock and vegetable gardening in favor of wild birds, honeybees, a little red dog, and a gray cat.
My Green Vermont is a fertile compost pile made up of stories about the weirdness of growing up in three countries and three languages; portraits of beloved animals, both wild and domestic; and reflections on aging, being kind to the earth, and staying as calm as possible. I hope you will visit often, and add your own stories and reactions.
My Green Vermont
Latest Posts
Mind-Numbing Weather
Like the inhabitants of a castle preparing against an attack, my spouse and I have shut every window, drawn down the shades, opened the basement door, and hefted the room
Blog Bling
See that little blue icon a couple of inches down from my picture on the right? It\’s my BlogHer decoration, kind of like a general\’s star. If you want to
Debunking Some Myths About Foreign Language Learning
—Only children can learn a foreign language. Children do seem to learn more easily, but it\’s perfectly possible for an adult to learn a new language. And it\’s great exercise
Some Things I Know About Eggs
Fresh-laid eggs are best. They\’re fine for scrambling, frying, or baking. But here\’s what I always say when I bring a carton of eggs as a hostess gift: if you\’re
Fig Tree
It\’s the skinny thing in the black pot behind the watering can, and you can hardly call it a tree, but my heart swells with pride whenever I look at
Peace At Last Among The Birds
The war is over. The bluebirds and the phoebes, unlike another bipedal species, have managed to keep things just this side of lethal. The happy result is that a few
Saint John\’s Eve
My Catalan childhood was rich in ritual, mostly Catholic but enlivened by tinges of paganism. Those tinges were especially evident at the summer solstice, known to me at the time
My Green Vermont
Latest Posts
Mind-Numbing Weather
Like the inhabitants of a castle preparing against an attack, my spouse and I have shut every window, drawn down the shades, opened the basement door, and hefted the room
Blog Bling
See that little blue icon a couple of inches down from my picture on the right? It\’s my BlogHer decoration, kind of like a general\’s star. If you want to
Debunking Some Myths About Foreign Language Learning
—Only children can learn a foreign language. Children do seem to learn more easily, but it\’s perfectly possible for an adult to learn a new language. And it\’s great exercise
Some Things I Know About Eggs
Fresh-laid eggs are best. They\’re fine for scrambling, frying, or baking. But here\’s what I always say when I bring a carton of eggs as a hostess gift: if you\’re
Fig Tree
It\’s the skinny thing in the black pot behind the watering can, and you can hardly call it a tree, but my heart swells with pride whenever I look at
Peace At Last Among The Birds
The war is over. The bluebirds and the phoebes, unlike another bipedal species, have managed to keep things just this side of lethal. The happy result is that a few
Saint John\’s Eve
My Catalan childhood was rich in ritual, mostly Catholic but enlivened by tinges of paganism. Those tinges were especially evident at the summer solstice, known to me at the time